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Harry is in the study of Grimmauld Place reading up on the latest events in the Wizarding world Forgetful Author Note: The ped warning is in place solely because Ginny is only 15.
Harry is in the study of Grimmauld Place reading up on the latest events in the Wizarding world while his footstool tries to stay absolutely still despite the extra weight on her back and her having been in the same position for over an hour.
The door opens and Hermione walks in with a bright smile wearing Daisy Duke Shorts and a tank top. She walks over in front of the naked, kneeling Ginny and waits.
Being mindful to disturb her master as little as possible, Gin-gin leans down smiling and plants a kiss on each of Hermione's excessively dirtied shoes.
Harry smirks as he watches the spectacle he'd ordered and come to expect. When he ordered the redheaded witch to kiss the feet of any member of the household when they entered the same room as her, he hadn't expected Hermione to continue her vengeance against the now docile witch. He chuckles quietly as he suspects Hermione is going out of her way to find the biggest mud puddles she can when she knows she's going to be sharing a room with Ginny. "So Hermione, what brings you by?"
Properly sated by Gin-gin's display of subservience, Hermione says, "Simple milord, I've received several replies and I believe your plan can proceed without any foreseeable complications. The ancient laws allow any wizard with sufficient funds to pay multiple bridal fees and status to maintain them, to have multiple wives. Given your current renown within the Wizarding world and the monies you possess, you should be able to collect the needed women from the required families easily."
Harry nods, his plan to become ruler of the Wizarding world would begin in England. However, the biggest problem that presented itself to his mind was the Wizarding world's lack of social progress.
Hermione clears her throat to get Harry's attention once more. "However, I feel that to merely limit yourself to simply political power would be a dangerous weakness. I've done a lot of research since we put those two rabid dogs down.
"Throughout Muggle history, it's been shown that there are essentially three basic routes to absolute power. The simplest form is martial might. That means building an army and conquering the territory by raw might. This is the tact that Voldemort tried to take, modified so as to allow a small minority to control a vast majority. This is also the method employed by muggle terrorists. This route should only be taken as an absolute last resort as the potential for backfire is obscene. The only advantage of this is that, if done properly, it is the swiftest. However, if done improperly, you can get bogged down and it can turn into an unholy mess.
"The second method of power is political. This is by far the slowest of the methods. However, it does have the advantage of being completely legal and above board. This is the method you are currently exploring and one that Fudge employed for almost two decades successfully. This method involves building alliances, bringing together people who share your vision of the future, or at least your public vision. A minor amount of extortion and blackmail are considered by the older players to simply be a part of the game. The major drawback to this type of ordeal is the pure amount of public relations bullshit that you have to put up with and smile through. In addition, you can never be completely sure when, and if, your so-called 'allies' are going to turn on you because they believe it will give them a temporary advantage. Despite all of this, given your current fame, this is perhaps the easiest route.
"The third route is economical. The American mob employed this to great effect in the 1920's. The basic theory behind this method is that if you pay someone enough, you can get them to do anything. The bribing of justices' aside, there's also a more pragmatic reason. Should a given individual start to give you trouble, with your immense wealth, you can either buy the business that employs them or arrange to have them sacked. If they are self-employed, buy up the supplies they need to run their business, then simply refuse to sell them the material unless they relent. The major limiter of this strategy is the immense amount of money required at the beginning. This is offset handsomely by the fact that, given sufficient time, your investment in the business will payoff and replenish your coffers with gold.
"Now, my lord, any of these three methods has a fairly good chance of succeeding on its own. However, I've drawn up a plan of attack that should ensure you can become the uncontested ruler of all of Great Britain. From there, you can simply employ the same method to get control of the local governments and have them sign a treaty wherein they forfeit all control of government to Great Britain."
Harry nods again slowly. "Very well," he says, "how do we begin and where do you fit yourself into this whole plan?"
"I was planning on filling the role of your first wife."
Harry frowns a bit, "Why did you have that role chosen for yourself?"
Hermione's voice is rock solid as she says, "Because it would set a good tone for the changes we want to institute by having a mudblood chosen as a first wife over many purebloods."
The wizard scowls at the bushy haired witch as he removes his feet from Ginny's back and uses a heel to nudge the submissive witch away. Once she is out of the way, Harry puts his feet on the ground and says, "Hermione, drop your shorts and bend over my knees."
Confused, the bushy haired witch lowers her shorts, revealing that she's not wearing any knickers and walks to Harry's right side before she drops to her knees in order to better obey her master's orders.
Harry unexpectedly brings his hand down on Hermione's bum as hard as he can.
Hermione yelps in a combination of pain and surprise as her master delivers ten hard swats to her naked arse.
The young man says, "Now, do you know what that was for?"
"I don't know," the exasperated witch says.
Shaking his head, Harry notes Hermione's slightly reddened bum and begins spanking her again, this time giving her twenty swats.
Hermione has tears running down her face when her master once more asks her if she knows for what she is being punished. "For, for, for lying to you?"
The wizard in question instantly starts fingering the witch's pussy, "That's half right. Now," he says as he picks up the pace of his ministrations, "doesn't it feel good to tell your master the truth?" He doesn't wait for an answer before he says, "Do you know what the other half of your punishment was for?"
Hermione is starting to relax into her master's hands, enjoying the actions of his fingers when she says no, that the blow catches her completely unprepared.
Harry's hand is starting to get a bit sore after he delivers an additional twenty swats to Hermione's bum, "Do you have any thoughts now?"
After the witch catches her breath from screaming from the unexpected pain, she thinks for a moment, "For using the word 'mudblood' master?"
"That is correct," he says as he resumes using his right hand for more pleasant activities. "The word is an affront to yourself, my mother, and every other competent spellcaster from Muggle stock. When you use that word, you not only insult yourself directly, but you also insult me by association. Remember that Hermione. Now, Gin-gin, I want you to help your mistress forget this unpleasantness."
In under a minute, Ginny's tongue has replaced Harry's finger, helping drive the pain from her chastisement from Hermione's mind while other problems are resolving themselves elsewhere.
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Lord Voldemort looked around the dark cave and smiles slightly. There was not a single item left to indicate that he had once resided here. All of his loyal Death Eaters that were not Pureblood fools had already departed for the mountains of Romania with all the artifacts and other items he expected to need. The Dark Lord turned his attention to the one loose end he had yet to tie off. He says, "Lucius you have been one of my most loyal servant for many years."
"Thank you my lord," the prostate blonde pureblood says.
"However, you have insulted me one time to many. I don't appreciate you insulting my lineage you pureblooded fool."
The blonde man barely has time to look up in confusion before the green jet of light hits him in the chest, instantly depriving him of life.
Tom Riddle looks at the corpse and nods to himself. He then goes over and ties a letter to the leg of an old crow and hopes the bird can find young Mr. Potter.
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While Hermione is being disciplined, a lone werewolf is sitting at the kitchen table of the drab abode, wondering what he can do next to help Harry out. However, when the fireplace suddenly roars, the man is on his feet before he even has time to think and has his wand leveled against the pink haired woman who steps out of the fireplace sedately and looks at the man holding the wand with a gentle smile.
Tonks says, "Relax Remy, it's just me," as she shifts her nose to that of a pig.
Remus relaxes with a sigh, "Tonks, how many times have we told you to call ahead before you Floo in? Had it been Harry down here, you would probably be unconscious; the young man has developed a very firm, 'hex first' policy. He's presently indisposed at the moment and Hermione indicated that it would be unhealthy to disturb them."
The Auror nods her head, unsure if she truly wishes to be on the receiving end of a spell cast by Harry. "All the better, wolfy, it's you I'm here to talk to," the brassy witch says as she sits down.
Curious, Remus sits down opposite the witch, "Now, what can I do for you Tonks?"
The metamorphmagus bites down on her first response by sheer force of will. "Remy, as you know, the prophecy about Harry has recently gotten released to the Prophet since Harry slew Vol- Vol- Voldemort!" The effort it cost the witch to say the dreaded name is obvious on her face. "Anyways, what with him gone and all, my workload has dropped, drastically. As of this point, I'm free to pursue, other, personal, pursuits."
The older man nods, "Alright, where do I fit into all of this?"
Tonks smiles seductively as she says, "Very simple my fine, furry friend, I am on the prowl and you are my prey."
Remus arches his eyebrow, "You seem to be under the impression that I might be worthwhile as a mate."
The witch looks at him seriously for a moment, "And why, exactly, wouldn't you be worthwhile as a husband Remus? You're kind, caring, intelligent, and more humane than most wizards. In addition, you're one of the few people who sees me, Tonks, not the klutz, not the shapeshifter, not even the bitch who can have long, slim legs, huge knockers, a tight bum, and be virgin tight every time."
"And what about my condition?"
Tonks gives a derisive snort, "What about it? So you're a right son of a bitch and need a shave horribly bad for one night. So what? I'm a queen bitch for five full days, not just at night. It's just a part of who you are. Truthfully, it's probably given you a better look at the worst parts of our society than anyone has any reason seeing."
The werewolf nods in reluctant acceptance, "So, where do we go from here?"
"I guess we explore a little bit, do some dating, see if we can tolerate each other. We can work everything else out from there." Tonks smiles as she stands up and circles around the table, "And just how much 'exploring' do you feel like doing tonight Wolfy?"
Just before the witch can seat herself in his lap, Remus says, "Not that much tonight. Why don't you stay for the day and we can discuss things. If I know Harry, he'll have some errand he wants me to run at some point today and I don't want to be elsewhere when and if that occurs."
Tonks sits down next to Remus and deliberately reaches out and grabs his hand, "Very well then Wolfy, what do you want to do?"
Remus gets a mischievous glint in his eye, "Why don't you tell me about yourself Nymphy?"
As Tonks sputters indignantly as Remus starts to chuckle quietly.
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The cheeks of Hermione's bum are still slightly pink as she slips the shorts back on.
"So," Harry says, "what is first on the agenda?"
Hermione looks to her master, "Well, I think we need to get married." Harry gives her an inquisitive look, so she continues, "Hogwarts resumes in just about a month's time. Once that happens, our relationship will have to be made public, at least to a degree, which will make further negotiations difficult, at least if we're not married."
"And what about your being underage?"
"I doubt it will come up, given your current popularity. However, if someone is stupid enough to cross you on the matter, you can always invoke the old laws allowing a noble to marry any female of his choosing.
"Speaking politically," the brainy witch continues, "it would be best to have a muggleborn witch as your first wife. The woman who holds the position will generally exert the greatest influence on her husband than any other wife. Given the nature of the reforms you wish to implement within the Wizarding world, it would certainly be advantageous to make it clear from the outset that you consider a lowly mud- muggleborn worthy of being your first wife, especially when she doesn't give birth in nine months."
Harry nods as he leans back and puts his feet back up on his footstool, "Alright, I can accept the logic behind the whole matter. I guess the next matter that needs to be discussed is; how do we go about getting married?"
Hermione smiles, grateful her master isn't going to contest her plans, "It's a rather simple ceremony. We each say the spell, touch the tips of our wands together, and barring unforeseen complications, we are married. So, when would you like to do the ceremony?"
"Later, for now though, I'm curious as to what you have planned for after we are officially married."
"I've already been in contact with the Parkinsons, Pansy's parents. They are traditional purebloods and as a result are willing to meet with you about a potential marriage contract for Pansy. As she is their only descendant they will most likely want a great deal of money for her dowry. I have two items to help on this front. The second is a spell that's rather fallen out of use in modern days, but it is still used by some of the more hidebound purebloods. The spell tests a woman's virginity. Since you want to absolutely ensure your wife's loyalty, I presume that you will wish to use the Bonding spell on them. The spell will help to ensure that the woman in question is acceptable under the spell conditions."
Harry nods his agreement, "I'm curious as to why you chose the Parkinsons as the first stage of this?"
"Because they are politically connected and because they are known to be very traditional, thus open to the idea of marriage contracts."
"Alright Hermione, work with Remus to arrange transportation. I want a proposal ready for when we meet Pansy's parents. In the meantime, I think it's time to get the whore a replacement for her wand. Hermione, I also want you arrange for Ginny to have proper clothing for our errands. I will leave it to your sole discretion; my only instruction is that it be sufficient to prevent any charges of public indecency."
Hermione grins evilly as she mentally forms the image she wants. "I think milord; I should be able to prevent her from being arrested while still emphasizing her status as your slave."
"Good, then," the young man says as he stands up. "Then I will go and speak to Remus about going to Diagon Alley. Very well then, let's be about it."
Ginny follows her mistress apprehensively as Hermione hums happily.
Harry smiles as he walks down to the kitchen and is pleasantly surprised to find Tonks and Remus holding hands and speaking quietly to each other. He clears his throat and grins as the two adults jump, "So Remus, Tonks, is there anything you want to tell me?"
When the two start to blush, Harry starts to laugh, "It's alright you two. If you want to go out, that's fine with me. Remus, I hate to drag you away from your new girlfriend, but I'd like to visit Diagon Alley. We need to hit Ollivanders and Flourish & Blott's. I will want you there as protection as Ginny is without her wand and Hermione is unable to use magic legally yet."
Tonks looks at Harry a moment, "Would the two of you please tell me what's going on?"
Harry sits down with a sigh, "Tonks, before I go on, you have to swear by your magic that what I tell you goes absolutely no further."
A moment later the oath is made and Harry begins the arduous process of bringing the Auror up to speed on current events, both the PR version and the truth.
By the end of the telling, Tonks is livid. However, before she can start to spout indignities, the door to the kitchen opens.
Hermione walks through the door first with a big grin on her face and everyone can see the leash in her hand as Gin-gin follows her through.
Ginny's outfit knocks the breaths out of the two men. She's wearing a black string bikini, where the cloth on her chest is markedly smaller than Harry's palm, and a pair of sheer thong bottoms combine with a pair of stiletto heels, and collar and leash to complete her attire.
Hermione says, "We're ready to go."
Harry chuckles slightly after he regains his senses. Shaking his head, he says, "Hermione, don't ever change." Turning to Tonks, he says, "So, what do you have planned for today?"
"The problem is, Harry, you did your job too bloody well! With Voldemort gone, and no other Dark Lords showing their ugly faces, the entire Auror force is being cut back. So, I'm pretty much free most of the time. In fact, if I still have a job in six months, I'll be shocked. I've always devoted more energy to doing my job properly, and less to the kind of ass kissing the political types do; so, I haven't got the network of connections that would save my job. They don't care about my successes, it's going to be because of my 'marked clumsiness' or 'lack of professionalism' or some other rubbish they make up to sack me!"
Even Hermione is shocked at the bitterness in the woman's voice.
Harry gets an odd look on his face before he starts to grin, "Remus, would it be safe to say that you would feel better if I had a fully trained bodyguard on call at all times?"
The werewolf looks at his young charge for a moment, "Why would you do that Harry?"
"For several reasons; and you two getting together only is only a minor one. First, I know this young woman and trust her implicitly. Second, Tonks is a fully trained Auror who could probably help tutor me in dueling and the other combat arts. Third, I count her as one of my last friends and I always look out for my friends. Fourth is because I think you two need time to find out if you are compatible and are mature enough to work together even if you can't make it romantically. Finally, simply because I can."
Everyone is shocked at the depth of logic the young man had strung up together on no notice. Finally, Remus starts to chuckle, "Well cub, you make your point well. If the witch in question is amiable, then I certainly have no objections."
Tonks finally shakes her head to shake off her shock, "I like your thinking, boss man. This also allows me to leave on my terms instead of being tossed out on my ear. What sort of pay are you talking here?"
"The same pay scale you would receive as an Auror with cost of living raises as well as increases in pay that would result from seniority."
Remus arches an eyebrow, "What aren't you telling me Harry?"
The young man smiles, "Not much; just that I'm planning on hiring a lot of bodyguards and I want Tonks to lead them."
"Exactly how many guards are you talking young man?"
"I don't know yet, how many werewolves are there in England?"
Remus' eyebrows shoot up, "What's on your mind Harry? The complete version this time please."
Harry sits down at the table with a stern expression on his face as Hermione sits down next to him. Harry says, "Remus, werewolves are, at present, barred from getting a decent job because of the anti-werewolf laws and because of popular opinion. Imagine the gratitude and loyalty they would feel towards someone who is fully aware of their condition and is still willing to hire them at a decent rate of pay, treat them decently, as though they actually are decent human beings, and make full allowances for their monthly transformations, including providing the Wolfbane potion at cost."
Silence reigns for several seconds before Remus starts to chuckle, "Harry, this could be one of the finest pranks in history. The goodwill alone from the werewolf community not withstanding, the public relations aspect cannot be overlooked. Just imagine the potential good it would do for the public image of werewolves if the Boy-Who-Won is willing to entrust us with his personal safety, at least if we can find a reporter whom we can trust."
Harry speaks up, "There's one more little proviso. Remus, I want you to act as point man on this project. I want you to get a hold of every werewolf you know whom can be trusted and is not a psychotic lunatic, at least other than the night of the full moon."
The werewolf nods, "This could take some time, cub. We've been beaten, abused, maligned, and deceived so many times, a lot of werewolves are going to be hesitant to accept the deal at face value, but I think I can bring them about."
"Take your time Remus; I want to make damned sure we do this right the first time."
Remus nods again, "What's on the agenda for today?"
"Two stops, Ollivander's for a wand for the whore and I suspect Hermione would enjoy a trip to Flourish and Blott's. After that, maybe a stop for ice cream, providing nothing exciting happens, otherwise straight back here."
Tonks nods slightly, mentally shifting to Protective Detail mode, "What form of transportation were you planning on?"
"I was planning on using the Floo to get to the Leaky Cauldron and returning the same way, unless things go to hell quickly, in which case, the three of us Apparate while Gin-gin and Hermione will use the Order Portkey."
Remus nods as he pulls off his Portkey and hands it to the bushy haired witch who slips it around her neck with ease.
Harry stands up, "If there are no other questions, we should be on our way quickly."
Five minutes later the four of them are entering Diagon Alley. Though Ginny gets some odd looks as she balances precariously on the unfamiliar shoes, the group makes it to Ollivanders without being molested.
The strange old man appears in an instant once they walk through the doors. He says, "Well Ms. Weasley, it would appear your breaking faith with a certain young man has finally come home to roost. I take it then she is here to buy a wand more in keeping with her present mentality?"
Harry smiles as the creepy wand maker, "Indeed she is sir."
Twenty minutes, and over thirty attempted wands, later, Ginny finally finds an acceptable wand. After paying the wand maker, the group walks to Flourish and Blott's where Hermione slips Tonks several books with a whispered request to buy them for her. Curious, the Auror looks at one of the titles and decides not to read the rest before buying them. The book she chooses to read the title of was "Taming the Bitch by Donatien de Sade."
The group immediately heads to the Leaky Cauldron and back to Grimmauld Place.
Once the group is safely back at Grimmauld Place, Harry looks at Remus and says, "I'm not expecting to be going anywhere else for the rest of the day, so feel free to spend it with your girlfriend. Hermione, I'm going to be reading up in the study. I want you to talk with Remus now about meeting the Parkinsons. I want to get that matter settled soon. We do the spell tonight, and preferably, collect Pansy on the morrow."
Hermione nods, "I should be able to set it up that soon."
"Great, after that take some time and enjoy yourself with the whore, then send her to me."
The bushy haired witch nods happily, eager to try some new ways to torture the harlot.
The messy haired young wizard retreats to the study where he continues to peruse the vast collection the Black family had established over the past several hundred years. As he looks over the various books on the Dark Arts, it occurs to Harry that the thought of using this knowledge should disturb him greatly; but oddly, the title of Light or Dark doesn't seem to bother the young man very much.
Harry finally selects a book on curses and hexes that are borderline illegal before sitting down to read.
Over an hour later, Ginny crawls into the room on her hands and knees, once more naked. As she crawls over to her master, he can see several bright red welts on the witch's back.
Harry smiles as he sees the state of Gin-gin's back, "Ah whore, I've been waiting for you, I need somewhere to rest my feet."
The enslaved witch winces slightly as she crawls to in front of her owner and turns her profile to the seated man.
The messy haired wizard puts his feet on Ginny's back, deliberately setting his feet on the section that is the most heavily abused.
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That night, Harry leaves Ginny suspended by her wrists in the Playroom that Remus had told Hermione about after the return from Diagon Alley.
Harry and Hermione are in his bedroom, naked with their wands in hand. The two had spent the afternoon reviewing the spells for the marriage ceremony.
Harry nods his head and the two speak the spell together. As the tips of their wands start to glow a pure white, the teens touch the tips and are engulfed in a white light for several moments.
After the glow fades away, Hermione looks at her new husband with hungry eyes. She growls out, "Take me."
The young man grabs his bride by the scruff of her neck and pulls her face to his for a rough kiss.
Hermione willingly melts into her husband's embrace.
After Harry pulls out of the kiss he locks eyes with his first wife and says, "So how do you want it?"
Hermione grabs Harry's erection and replies, "I want this monster up my arse; hard."
The young wizard releases the witch's neck and grabs her shoulder to spin her around.
Hermione finds herself forcibly shoved at the bed and impacts the end a bit roughly. Before she can respond, her neck is grabbed in an iron vise and she is forced to bend over the end of the bed.
Harry feels a rush of power as he squeezes the back of Hermione's neck, a feeling which is amplified when the witch reaches back and pulls apart her cheeks, giving him an unobstructed view of her backdoor.
The witch tries valiantly to relax as she presents her arsehole to her master. She shudders in anticipation as Harry presses the tip of his staff to her anus.
The wizard has a maniacal grin on his face as he prepares to bugger the witch beneath him for the first time she can remember. Slowly, he pushes forward, earning a protracted moan from Hermione.
The bushy haired young woman revels in the feeling as she feels the first cock she can remember filling up her back passage. Finally, she feels her husband's crotch come into contact with the cheeks of her bum. As he pulls out, the witch is left with a rather acute feeling of hollowness.
Harry pulls back, until just the tip of his rod is still in Hermione's arse. Without warning, he suddenly shoves forward, burying himself in her to the hilt.
Hermione can but lie there and pant as her lover shags her bum with hard, fast strokes. Almost despite herself, the young witch can feel her climax building up as she is buggered.
After almost a full half hour, Harry's hand suddenly squeezes Hermione's neck hard as he shoots his seed into the willing wench. As he pulls out, he says, "Well, you are a lot better a fuck when you're awake at least."
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In the morning, Harry releases Ginny, and promptly demands a morning oral worship as a means of thanks for not beating her before letting her down.
In the kitchen, Ginny sits on the floor next to her master, kneeling so she's sitting like an obedient dog. Remus and Tonks are along one side of the table, holding hands that are out of sight, while Harry and Hermione sit opposite of them.
As the metamorphmagus eats her breakfast, she looks at her new employer curiously. Finally the woman breaks down and says, "Harry, I have a strange question for you."
Harry looks at her curiously and nods his head.
"Yesterday, after we got back from Diagon Alley, I talked to Ginny for a moment before she was carted off by your new wife. She told me how you executed Molly and Ron for betraying you, including the method. I'm wondering why you did what you did, concerning how badly they betrayed you."
Hermione speaks up, "My husband and master chose to let me decide the fate of the Weasley betrayers. I wasn't so concerned with how painful their deaths were; I was more concerned about how humiliated they felt just before they died."
Tonks nods her head, "I was just curious about that."
After breakfast is concluded and Dobby clears away the dishes, Harry asks, "So what is the plan for today?"
Hermione says, "Well, Tonks needs to go the Ministry today and submit her resignation. I was planning on you, me, and Remus going to Parkinson Manor for the negotiations. I doubt they are going to object to you insisting on having a bodyguard on hand considering they're rather dark reputation. That only leaves the matter of the whore to deal with."
Harry nods his head thoughtfully, "Well, as for her, we can leave her tied up in the Playroom. Tonks, you can use her however you like if you get back before we do, providing of course Remus doesn't object."
The werewolf says, "I've got no objections Tonks. You've given me pretty much blanket consent to use her if your not around, I wouldn't be much of a man if I wasn't willing to do the same for you, now would I?"
Tonks gently kisses her boyfriend for a moment before she stands up, "Well, with that sort of encouragement, I think I'd best get to the Ministry and get that taken care of." She immediately steps over to the fireplaces and Floos to the Ministry.
Harry stands up, "Well, when are we expected Hermione?"
The witch looks at the clock, "They said any time after nine would be acceptable."
The young man nods, "Come along whore, I want to get you nice and secured before we leave."
Gin-gin is left hanging by her wrists with her feet almost a foot off the ground by her master.
At five minutes after nine, Remus, Hermione, and Harry Floo to Parkinson Manor.
A tall, dark haired woman greets them, "Welcome Lord Potter, my name is Marlene Parkinson. I see you have brought some assistants with you. My husband and daughter are waiting for us in the study, if you will follow me please."
The trio follows Mrs. Parkinson into a well-lit room with four leather chairs placed on two sides of a coffee table. In one of the chairs is an elegant looking, slightly heavy set man with black hair heavily lined with silver. The man stands up as the group enters the room.
Harry walks up to the man as the silver haired man extends his hand, "Lord Potter, may I welcome you into my home. I am Horace Parkinson. I see you have some associates with you. If you like I can have another chair brought in."
Before Harry can respond, Remus speaks up, "I appreciate the offer sir, but as my primary role here is as that of a bodyguard, I would prefer to stand."
Horace nods, "You would be Remus Lupin, correct?"
The werewolf nods, "I am. Is there a problem?"
"No," the other man responds, "I am just unused to welcoming werewolves into my home under any circumstances. Ah well, I guess there is a first time for everything." Horace sits down, "Please seat yourself Lord Potter, and we can get down to the matter at hand."
Harry and Hermione sit down opposite Horace while Mrs. Parkinson seats herself next to her husband.
Mr. Parkinson looks at Harry as he folds his hands in front of his face, "So Lord Potter, shall we do small talk first or skip straight to the heart of the matter?"
Harry laughs lightly, "Straight to the matter if you don't mind sir."
Horace becomes dead serious, "Very well young man, to the point then. You wish to purchase a marriage contract with my daughter. Tell me your offer and I will let you know if I have any objections."
The messy haired young man nods, "Hermione, if you would please?"
"Of course. I believe that I should raise the one point you are most likely to contest first, it also happens to be the one that is completely non-negotiable."
Horace nods slowly, "I believe that would be wisest. What is this point?"
Harry speaks up, "That I will be taking multiple wives and that Pansy will not be my first wife."
Mr. Parkinson scowls slightly, "You are right, happy about this, I am not. However, given our respective reputations, I cannot honestly expect the savior of the Light to take the daughter of a well reputed Dark family as his primary wife. If you will pardon a blunt question, why are you seeking my daughter's hand if not to have her produce your heir?"
Harry smiles slightly, "I appreciate directness and a blunt question deserves a blunt response. I am seeking to marry your daughter solely for the political and economic advantages your family can offer me when I make my move to get myself elected the Minister of Magic."
Horace throws his head back in a full belly laugh, "Mr. Potter, I have dealt with a great many people. I was expecting many answers, but not that one and certainly not that bluntly. I appreciate your not attempting to waffle the matter. Very well," he says with a chuckle, "let me hear the rest of the terms of your proposal."
Hermione clears her throat, "Well, with that out of the way, we can get onto the meat of the subject. Before any agreements are finalized, we insist that she be subjected to the Virgin Revealed spell to make sure she will be acceptable."
Mr. Parkinson nods, "I am familiar with the spell. I would be rather concerned if you did not insist on that being used. Unless I am drastically mistaken, there should not be a problem in the least."
"Good sir," the bushy haired witch says. "Now onto the matter of fiscal compensation, for the marriage contract, we are prepared to pay fifty thousand Galleons if she proves to be a complete virgin. Should the test come back negative in any area, the price will drop by ten thousand Galleons."
Horace nods once more, "Are there any other conditions young lady?"
"No sir, there are not."
"Very well, I find the terms acceptable. Now, I do have one question that is solely for my own information, who will be your first wife Mr. Potter?"
Hermione says, "I am his first wife sir."
Mr. Parkinson looks panic stricken, "My apologies Mrs. Potter. I did not know of your nuptials."
Harry clears his throat, "That, sir was deliberate. I would appreciate it if the information went no further for the moment. We are still gathering resources and do not wish to tip our hand prematurely."
Horace nods his head, "A very wise move. When do you intend to make the needed announcements?"
"I intend to notify the papers, in a spectacular format, late in August. Just before we return to Hogwarts."
The male Parkinson gets a far away look on his face, "Very well, I accept on all accounts. Now, I will send my lovely wife here," he pauses long enough to lean over and kiss the woman's cheek, "to bring our daughter in so you can perform the spell and we can finish our arrangements."
Marlene Parkinson rises from her chair and regally walks from the room, exiting by a different door that Harry hadn't noticed when they entered the room initially. Moments later, she returns with another young woman who looks vaguely like Pansy, but there is something less repulsive about her, though Harry can't place his finger on what.
Hermione looks at Pansy, who is currently standing next to her father, feet together, hands clasped just above her waist, with her eyes downcast. Hermione says, "Let me guess, you were using a Repulsion Curse on yourself?"
"Actually," Horace says, "I used it on her to keep her purity intact. Knowing the way teenaged boys think, I knew that if she appeared ugly, the odds of one of them pressing the matter of sexual intercourse would be miniscule."
Harry is curious as to Pansy's lack of response to her being discussed as though she is not even in the room. However, before the young man can speak up, her father does.
"I have raised my daughter in the old ways Lord Potter. She knows her proper place and that is under her father and husband. Both my wife and I have worked hard to ensure that she is totally subservient to her husband."
Marlene says, "So long as that is the role he wishes her to play. However Lord Potter, if you wish for her to be more of an equal, then she can easily become that for you."
Horace says, "Would you like to perform the spell Lord Potter or would you like for me to do so?"
"I will trust you Mr. Parkinson. Perhaps though, you should explain the spell to Pansy as she appears to be quite tightly wound."
Horace Parkinson looks at his daughter and can easily read the apprehension in her posture. He stands up and quickly embraces Pansy. When the two separate, he says, "Pansy, I'm going to need to cast a quick spell on you. Harry here has sought a marriage contract as you know and he wishes to ensure you are still a virgin. Do you have any problems with this?"
Pansy scowls for a moment, and she seems to spit out, "At least he can't be any worse than that slimy, lecherous rat, Draco!"
The silver haired wizard looks at his guest, terrified that the young man will be offended.
Harry is smiling at the description of Draco, "I see you are not as big of a supporter of Draco as you make it appear Pansy."
The young woman in question blushes as she looks down at her feet.
Horace, relieved that Harry is not upset, looks at his daughter and says, "Mind your tongue my dear. Now, the spell I need to cast on you will test the four major point of sexual contact to prove that you are pure. Remember, no matter what, your mother and I both love you dearly."
The man steps away from his daughter and draws his wand with an economy of motion. He utters the spell and a white cloud suddenly engulfs Pansy.
Everyone watches as the nimbus swirls around the witch before settling around her mouth, hands and hips.
Horace and Marlene are relieved when the mist around Pansy's crotch and bum stays white, marking that as virgin territory. However, when they look to Pansy's hands, their hearts almost stop at the blood red color, signifying the loss of ten thousand Galleons.
Harry nods his head, "Three out of four is not so bad, especially concerning the company she has kept these past five years. The offer stands at forty thousand Mr. Parkinson. My wife has the appropriate documents already prepared if you are ready to sign today."
Horace sits down as Hermione reaches into her robe and produces a portfolio.
The bushy haired witch opens the folder and flips past one document before drawing out the second, "I came prepared with one contract already set for each of the five possible outcomes where a contract was agreed upon. This is a formal contract wherein my husband exchanges forty thousand Galleons for the right to marry one Pansy Parkinson. You will need to sign this after which Harry will sign the other spot to finalize the contract."
Mr. Parkinson laughs slightly as he takes a prepared quill from Hermione, "And what, Mrs. Potter, would you have done if I had tried to negotiate for more money?"
Hermione's grin would be more at home on a shark that has just spotted a bleeding fish, "I would have ensured that you paid a great deal less. We are both well aware that had my husband not been inclined to be generous, the amount paid for so called, 'damaged goods,' is markedly less. Under normal circumstances, for a full virgin," the witch says as Horace passes the contract and quill to Harry, "a contract is settled for at most five thousand. Yet we are willing to offer ten times as much, with only a relatively minor reduction in payment for each degree of damage."
Harry signs the contract quickly, "Mr. Parkinson, would you and your family care to witness your daughter's marriage this night?"
All three of the Parkinson's are shocked for a moment, until Marlene gets an odd look in her eyes, "You want to marry our daughter quietly so as to avoid having to answer any unpleasant questions concerning your non-bachelor status, correct?"
The messy haired young man smiles as he nods his head.
"Very well then, I presume your plan was to simply perform the marriage spell in private, with only the group of us as witnesses?" When the young man nods again, Marlene says, "Then I certainly don't object if my husband and daughter do not."
Horace has a slightly bemused look on his face as he shakes his head no. Pansy looks at first Harry, then Hermione, and finally, her mother. "I don't object. I expected my wedding to be a bit more spectacular, but whatever works, works."
Harry nods as he stands up. He walks over to Pansy and takes her right hand. The young man brings the hand up and gently presses his lips to the back of Pansy's hand, "Though this is not strictly needed, Pansy, will you marry me?"
The witch in question blushes slightly as she says, "Yes I will."
Harry turns to Mr. Parkinson, "Sir, how do you plan to deal with the fact that Pansy is underage to do magic?"
"The manor," Horace says, "is shielded against detection by the Ministry. So, young Lord Potter, will you allow my wife and I to witness the marriage?"
"Indeed sir. Is there any preparation you and your wife would care to perform in advance of our wedding?"
Horace shakes his head while Marlene says, "Actually, if you don't mind, I would like a few minutes alone with my daughter to go over the spell with her and give her a primer on the situation and her role in it."
Harry nods his head, "Please take your time ma'am, we only get to do this once and I want to get it right."
The two female Parkinson's exit the room through the entrance where Pansy came from.
Remus speaks up from by the door, "Your daughter is remarkably collected Horace. I always thought of her as being a bit uptight when I was teaching her."
"Thank you Mr. Lupin. I would like to state for the record, I did not write to Headmaster Dumbledore seeking your dismissal.
Remus seems to sniff the air for a moment before nodding, "I appreciate your position Mr. Parkinson, as well as your honesty in this matter."
Harry, Hermione, and Horace spend the next few minutes discussing light matters and enjoying their tea.
The door opens and Pansy and her mother walk into the room smiling. Pansy says, "Are you ready to officiate the ceremony Mrs. Potter?"
Hermione gives the Slytherin girl an odd look, "Why are you being so upbeat about this?"
"Because this means, not only do I get to avoid marrying Draco Malfoy, but that I also gain a husband with the ambition, drive, and capability to become the Minister of Magic."
Hermione nods, not completely contented, but willing to accept the answer for now.
Horace says, "Well Lord Potter, if you are ready, then let the marriage commence."
Harry draws his wand as he steps towards Pansy. The youngest Parkinson draws her wand in response. A moment later the two are at the proscribed distance. At a nod from Hermione, they each cast the spell and touch the tips of their wands together. As before, a white light enshrouds the new husband and wife.
When the light fades away, Hermione calmly walks over to Pansy and kisses the surprised witch on the lips. The bushy haired witch steps back after a moment and says, "Welcome to the Potter family Pansy."
Horace smiles at the dumbstruck expression on his daughters face, "I congratulate you Mrs. Hermione on knowing the proper protocols to use when welcoming a junior wife into the family. Now, would you like some champagne to celebrate the event Lord Potter?"
Harry glances at Hermione out of the corner of his eye and she shakes her head slightly. "Thank you for the offer sir, but I don't think it would be wise for my judgment to be impaired tonight."
Mr. Parkinson laughs quietly, "Already checking in with the wife I see. A very wise move good sir."
The young man says, "She is much more widely read than I; thus I trust her thoroughly on such matters as this."
The chairs Harry and Hermione had sat in are removed by the House-Elves and are replaced by a comfortable sofa. Harry sits down in the middle while Pansy seats herself to Harry's left and Hermione sits on his right.
The group spends several hours discussing various topics, including how Horace and Marlene can aid their new son-in-law, before Harry says, "Thank you much for your hospitality Horace. I'm afraid though, that we do have several other items that need to be attended to today."
Mrs. Parkinson stands up elegantly, "Your plans seem quite ambitious Lord Potter, but my husband and I will aid you however we can. If you like, I will show you out."
Remus, Hermione, Harry, and his newest wife all Floo back to Grimmauld Place.
Tonks is in the kitchen as the group arrives with a very satisfied look on her face and Ginny kneeling at her feet.
Gin-gin has yet to notice the arrival of her master and says, "Please mistress, may I wash my mouth out?"
The former Auror likewise missed the group's arrival as she says, "Like I said before slut, no you may not. I would think you would be used to the taste by now."
Harry chuckles quietly, drawing the attention of Tonks and Ginny. "Well Tonks," he says, "I see you are getting used to the perks of working for me."
Pansy looks at her husband curiously and he says, "I'll explain everything later. For now though, Hermione, I want you to take Pansy and prepare her for me to use the second spell on her."
The bushy haired witch grins and leads the Slytherin girl from the room.
Tonks says, "A message came from you via a crow. I took the message, but the bird took off immediately thereafter. The letter is charmed so only you can open it, I already tried."
Harry takes the letter and opens it. He quickly reads the letter, "It's from Voldemort. The letter is a Portkey to where he's left his sacrificial offering. Remus, I want you and Tonks to go and collect the three. According to Voldemort, they are already in an Enchanted Sleep, so you will simply need to bring them back here. Store them in the basement until I decide what to do with them. You activate the Portkey by simply touching your wand to it."
The werewolf nods and takes the letter. After the pink haired woman grabs a hold of the parchment, Remus activates the Portkey, leaving Harry and Ginny alone in the kitchen.
"Now whore," the young man says, "what to do with you? Ah well, I can come up with something down in the playroom. Please show me the way cunt."
Ginny stands up and leads the way to the torture chamber. As she has her back to Harry, she doesn't see him draw his leather belt out from his trousers. Her first clue is when the instrument strikes her bum. The witch has several welts on her arse by the time they reach her room for the night.
Harry looks around the room, whips, chains and other items he can't identify adorn the walls. As he considers his objective for the night, his eyes settle on a simple set of muggle stocks. The young man nods to himself, "Whore, get in the stocks, now."
Ginny walks over to the wooden apparatus and places her neck on the beam and her wrists in the two lesser indentations.
The messy haired wizard goes over and closes the stockade only to find that the item isn't as muggle as he thought at first.
The bent over witch can feel the stocks resize themselves to tightly grip her wrists and neck.
Harry nods, pleased with the results as he walks around behind the bound girl. He reaches down and releases his erection. With practiced ease, he presses the tip to Ginny's pussy. "Whore, I need to take the edge off before I go and welcome my new wife into the fold, so all I have time for is a quickie, so make this good or else!"
The aphrodisiacal effects of the marriage spell are still prevalent in Harry's body as he slams his hips forward, burying his staff in the barely wet witch's pussy. After only a handful of strokes, Harry grunts as he shoots his seed into Gin-gin.
The young man sighs as he walks around to the front the redheaded witch, "Very good so far bitch, now there's one last task for you tonight, at least from me. Put that mouth of yours to good use and I leave you be."
Ginny opens her mouth and takes her masters' half-hard dick into her oral cavity, enjoying the taste a great deal more than what Tonks left in her mouth. A few quick sucks, bobbing her head as much as her current position allows, Harry is once more rock hard.
Harry quickly puts his staff away, "Good work Gin-gin; now, enjoy your stay tonight." With that, the wizard walks out of the room, extinguishing the lights as he leaves.
As the scion of the Potter family walks up to his room where his brides await, he notices the kitchen light is on. As he sticks his head into the room, he sees Remus and Tonks sitting opposite each other holding hands. Harry clears his throat slightly, "In case either of you are interested, the whore is currently tied up down in the playroom. If you want to use her, feel free, just put her back like she is now." He ducks back out before the adults can reply. The messy haired wizard it whistling tunelessly as he climbs the stairs, amazed at just how good his life is looking at present. However, Harry's good mood immediately evaporates once he walks into his bedroom.
Pansy is naked on the bed on her hands and knees. Hermione, who is equally naked, is immediately behind the other girl and is holding a hairbrush by the comb. The problem is that the handle of the brush is being withdrawn from Pansy's cunt as he walks through the door and even from across the room, the young man can see the streaks of red on the handle.
Harry shuts the door and walks towards the bed. His voice is deadly low as he says, "Hermione, what is going on here?"
The bushy haired witch can sense her master's anger, "I was just preparing your new wife by making sure she can never bind you to her will."
The young man growls out, "And did it never occur to you that I would wish to deflower my own wife."
Pansy looks over her shoulder, ready to ask about what is going on, but one look at Harry's face makes her face forward, prepared to do anything to avoid drawing his attention while in this state.
Harry takes a moment to calm himself down and think. Finally he says, "Hermione, you have overstepped your bounds and will be punished. Get on you knees next to the bed with you hands behind your head."
The bushy haired witch quickly obeys her master. She is on the floor in an instant, her naked arse resting on her ankles and her hands folded behind her head.
The wizard freezes his first wife in place before casting two spells on her. The first prevents her orgasm until he specifically allows it and the other multiplies the woman's arousal exponentially.
Satisfied that Hermione is being properly punished, Harry turns his attention to his second wife. He quickly strips down to the buff and climbs onto the bed behind Pansy. He says, "May I bind you my wife, to my will, now and forever?"
Pansy has no idea what her husband is talking about, but old training kicks in, "My life and my will are yours to command milord."
Having received the required permission, Harry slowly pulls the hairbrush from her quim and tosses it on the nightstand. He parts the woman's lower cheeks and smiles as he sees the minor glistening around her virgin backdoor, indicating that Hermione had done her job of preparing the witch.
Pansy feels her master press the tip of his cock against her arsehole and immediately tenses up. After a moment though, she remembers a line from a book that Draco had forced her to peruse that said if she tensed up before being buggered, it would hurt even more.
Harry rubs the back of Pansy's neck lightly, "Relax and this will be a lot easier on you." He waits a moment before he starts to gently push forward. After a moment, the very tip of Harry's penis pops into Pansy's bum.
The penetrated witch feels as though she's being split apart as her husband slowly pushes into her back passage. A few tears roll down her face as she is sodomized for the first time. The only thing that keeps the witch from crying out and trying to make her husband stop is the final piece of advice her mother had given her.
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Marlene looks at her daughter and says, "Remember my daughter, you are a woman of society. You may not be your husband's first wife, but you are his first noble wife. Your father and I have both tried to teach you that when your husband speaks, you must listen. However, when he is silent, you need not always seek his word." With that Marlene embraces her daughter before taking her into the room where Harry is waiting.
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Pansy remembers those words as she feels her master's testicles brush against her wet slit. Despite the pain, she notes that the feeling was utterly unique. The witch bites her lower lip to keep silent as her husband pulls out of her.
Harry for his part is duly impressed at Pansy's fortitude. In spit of being fully awake, the girl has yet to make a single sound as he buggers her. He smiles as he pulls almost completely out of Pansy's butt.
Hermione's nerves are on fire as she watches her master shag another bint's bum. She can literally feel the spell holding her orgasm at bay as she imagines that it is her arse being speared.
The wizard is slowly building up a rhythm to his shagging as he mentally debates the pros and cons of holding back. Finally he decides against it and focuses solely on the pleasure coming from his crotch.
Pansy feels her master bend over her back and she can hear him hiss something in the same moment as a warm goo discharges into her behind.
From her spot on the floor, Hermione can almost see the magic go to work.
Harry's second wife can feel an outside force invading her mind, much like when Professor Moody put her under the Imperious Curse, but a great deal gentler. Unlike the previous intrusion, Pansy cannot summon up the will to even consider fighting the spell, as hopeless an endeavor as that would be.
Once the spots behind his eyes go away, Harry opens his eyes and says, "How do you feel slave?"
Pansy actually purrs out, "Wonderful master. Does my master desire another round?"
The young man smiles, "Yes, but first, I want to see how much natural talent you have with your mouth."
A/N: Until next time.